Old Town Types No. 22 – The Baker – Mr Brackenby (C J Dennis Poems)
Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler in the night,Was a lean, tall, glum man whose face was very white;A brooding man ...
Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler in the night,Was a lean, tall, glum man whose face was very white;A brooding man ...
Da ruction happen by Nicko's place Las' week, in da deada da night.Da copper he very near cop da case ...
Could you give me a bite to eat? said he, As he tarried by my back door.And I thought ...
I don't know who Saint Mawes was, but he surely can't have beenA stiff old stone gazebo on a carved ...
Mr. Hezekiah Hinkle Saw a patient Periwinkle With a kodak, sitting idly by a rill. Feeling a desire ...
I t'inkin' da war now go for stop Between Black Sammo, da slush,An' Nicko, da boss of da fry-fish shop. ...
On Friday nights I go to the bakery two blocks away and talk to the woman behind the counter. When ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like something newborn on the floor in a nest of ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
WHO learns my lesson complete? Boss, journeyman, apprentice-churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker-parents and offspring-merchant, clerk, porter ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
the shopkeeper munched on lifecrumbs after the last customer's goodbye (Sukasah Syahdan)
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
'A shilling's worth of quinine, please,' The customer demanded. The druggist went down on his knees And from a cupboard ...
To find clues where there are none, That's my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The ...
IN Abraham Lincoln's city, Where they remember his lawyer's shingle, The place where they brought him Wrapped in battle flags, ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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